Amazing Ultra Runners And An Amazing Dad

Did you ever have fun at a race without even running?  I did, and the only running I did was to grab more finisher awards.  Saturday was day 2 of the Big Horn Trail Run.  This is a grueling trail run with the following distances:  18 miles, 32 miles, 50 miles and 100 miles.

I started at noon and the 100-milers had been running since 10 a.m. on Friday!!    From all reports they met up with mud and snow during the night.

This was my position while waiting for the runners to cross the finish line.

Not bad, huh?

A view of the the park and you can see what a beautiful day it was.

Things I heard the 100-milers say when they completed:  That was brutal; that was intense, it was horrible.  And yet, overall, the 100-milers appeared in better shape than the lower mileage runners.  I’m not sure why.  Maybe they are mentally and physically better trained for the terrible conditions.  Because the medical tent was next to the finish line, we helped some of the finishers over there – some about to lose whatever was in their stomach, an asthma attack, someone who described their shin had ‘blown out’ (nothing to see but it sure sounds awful), and of course many feet that I wish I hadn’t seen.

This was a common sight of the rear view of most runners.  Sorry it’s somewhat blurry, I zoomed in so that I wouldn’t seem like a creepy old lady.

I also saw some great stuff.  Lots and lotscid:ED27BE6B-9D34-43C9-9507-1DA52199F08E of children running across the finish line with their Mom or Dad.  One woman (older, like me) bent over after crossing the line and when I asked her if she was ok, told me yes.  This was her ‘come back’ run and she needed a moment.  I loved this.  Then there was a 100-miler who crossed the line and ran into a group of family members and started sobbing.  People thanking me for being there, and even someone who wanted me in his finish line photo!  Huh?  I am nobody.   But I can relate to the elation of crossing a line – no matter the distance or the time.  It’s a moment that you want to savor and to share with everyone.

When I got home, I was exhausted.  I mean I had been around all those ultra-marathoners…..    I actually was really tired but also quite sore.  I have done a week of ShaunT Insanity and my glutes and legs are really feeling it.

And now it’s Father’s Day.  If your Dad is around give him a huge hug.  If he’s farther away, pick up the phone.  No card or text is as good as hearing your voice.  And if, like me, your Dad has passed away, you’ll get that tight feeling in your chest (no matter how long its been) again.  It never goes away.

 

1945 WWII pilot. Kneeling on the right.

 

Dad and all of us.

 

 

One step at a time,

Anne

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